Sun Guanyun's funeral was scheduled for after 3 p.m., and Jiang Feng had nothing to do the rest of the time. In addition to going downstairs with Wu Minqi in the morning to eat the hotel's buffet breakfast, knocking on the opposite door at noon, taking the old man to find a restaurant on the side and having some lunch casually, the rest of the time basically stayed in the room and played with his mobile phone, remotely learning about Jiang Weiming's recovery routine.

Because the old man is not in Beiping, Jiang Weiming's current three meals are all in charge of Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Jian ran to the vegetable market early in the morning to pick vegetables, and when he cooked porridge in the morning, he couldn't wait to start by hulling the rice, except for a few hours of sleep 24 hours a day, and the rest of the time was either cooking or on the way to cooking.

Jiang Jian not only cooked, but also took a small video of the finished product for Jiang Feng with great interest, and the porridge side dishes emitted a strange light after adding a filter, which made Jiang Feng feel that the porridge was poisoned.

"Xiao Feng, when are you coming back?" Jiang Jian squatted in the small kitchen of Renyi, and started a video call with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took a serious look at the time in the upper left corner of his phone, it was 2:11 p.m.

So now the question is, why did Jiang Jian start cooking dinner at 2:11 p.m.?

"Uncle Jiang, are you in the kitchen for the porridge that the third grandfather wants to drink at night?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes, this porridge needs to be boiled slowly in a small pot, and it will be delicate and smooth. And this time I added red dates and millet to the porridge, and it tasted better after slow cooking. Didn't your third grandfather not be able to eat and drink those white porridges, millet porridge and oatmeal porridge all the time during this time? There must be no taste in his mouth, so I thought about boiling some flavorful porridge for him, and then I could boil the taste slowly before I could boil it in. Jiang said happily.

Jiang Feng: ......

My dignified porridge king was actually taught by others how to make porridge today.

"By the way, Xiao Feng, you haven't told me when you'll be back. Jiang Jian asked again.

"The exact time has not been decided, grandpa said that he will stay here for a few more days, and some of his friends here may want to stay for a few more days. Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Jian was overjoyed: "Great, just now the doctor told me that your third grandfather will be able to eat something else in two days, and if you don't come back, I can stew chicken soup for him and make meat soup!"

Jiang Feng: ......

"By the way, Uncle Jiang, who made Director Zhong's meals yesterday and at noon today? Did you make them too?" Jiang Feng felt that with Jiang Jian's spirit of starting to cook dinner for Jiang Weiming at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, it was estimated that he would have no leisure to cook for Director Zhong.

"Your dad did it. He didn't bother, I told him that I would do it together, and he had to do it by him, and he had to send it over. Jiang said.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Jiang Jiankang is a good comrade, he is so skillful and conscious when he touches fish.

"Feng Feng, it's almost time to change your clothes. Wu Minqi reminded, "Don't forget to bring the peach crisp made by Xia Xia, we forgot to take it when we went downstairs yesterday." ”

Jiang Feng hurriedly hung up the video call, changed into a suit, stuffed the shortbread made by Ji Xia in a plastic bag into a paper bag that looked very textured, held it in his hand, and walked out of the door with Wu Minqi to knock on the door of the old man's room opposite.

The old man was ready, and although he was not wearing a suit, he was also wearing a black outfit that looked 10 points formal and decent.

The funeral home is some distance from the city, and Jiang Feng and the three of them spent a lot of time even on the way to get there by taxi.

"What are you holding in your hand?" the old man asked, staring at the paper bag in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Ji Xia made a peach cake for Sun Jikai, let me bring it to him. Jiang Feng explained.

The old man nodded and understood.

The speed of the car is relatively slow when driving in the city, and once it is far away from the city, it is like letting go of himself, so fast that Jiang Feng once thought that he was on the scene of speed and passion.

So much so that when he got out of the car, the old man almost didn't stand firm in the first step.

Although the old man was a little dizzy because of the fast speed, and his mental state was not as good as when he first left the hotel, he also had a sad atmosphere, which was more in line with the environment at this time.

There were many people who came to attend Sun Guanyun's funeral, not only chefs, but also many business partners of the Sun family.

In terms of connections, Sun Guanyun's connections are much wider than Xia Muqi's. If it weren't for the fact that the Sun family was going to hold a funeral on the third day, causing many people who were out of town to be unable to come in time, Jiang Feng believed that there would be a lot more people coming to the funeral than now.

Sun Jikai was standing at the door of the funeral home, his parents should be beside him, Jiang Feng guessed that the family of three who were a few meters away from them should be Sun Jikai's second uncle's family.

Jiang Feng also noticed that Sun Maocai was just in front of them, obviously only one step ahead of them.

Sun Maocai walked up to Sun Jikai's father and said a few words to him, what he said Jiang Feng couldn't hear clearly and couldn't understand the shape of his mouth, but Sun Jikai's father obviously didn't know Sun Maocai, and he was a little dazed when he answered, just nodded politely and invited him in.

It was Sun Jikai, who looked back at him a few times after Sun Maocai entered, obviously recognizing it.

Jiang Feng and the three of them walked forward.

Sun Jikai won, without saying a word, he led them directly inside, Sun Jikai's second uncle glanced at Jiang Feng and them, and when he saw that it was a completely unimpressed combination of old and young, he didn't care, and continued to greet the people in front of him.

"The funeral process in our family is complicated, so there will be a long delay. My dad and second uncle have prepared dinner in the Treasure Building, and if you want to go to dinner together, it will taste better than what you ate last night. Compared with last night's state, Sun Jikai is now more tired, obviously adding some new troubles in this short half a day.

"Is there a seating arrangement?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Just sit down. Sun Jikai said, "If Grandpa Jiang knows someone he knows, he can sit with them." ”

As soon as Sun Jikai's words fell, someone got up and invited Jiang Weiguo to sit beside him.

"Senior Brother Jiang, there are still a few vacant seats on my side, so why don't you and your nephews come and sit. Sun Maocai, who was sitting in a back and remote position, suddenly got up and said.

Jiang Weiguo naturally had no opinion, after all, he basically didn't know everyone present. His nominal brothers and sisters are basically the same age as him, and the short-lived ones have long been buried in the ground, and those in the field can't catch up, and he won't recognize them for a while when they arrive—they were all young men when they met, and now they've become a bunch of bad old men, who can recognize them.

Thinking about it like this, Sun Maocai was quite powerful, and he actually recognized Jiang Weiguo, who was already an old man, at a glance.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi quickly walked in and sat down, quiet as chickens, they could all see that Sun Maocai was a drunkard and didn't mean to drink - he wanted to talk to Sun Jikai.

Sure enough, Sun Mao started talking to Sun Jikai in the next second.

"Kai, right? If I'm not mistaken. ”

"Hmm. Sun Jikai was a little restrained, obviously not knowing Sun Maocai's intentions.

"I'm sorry about your grandfather's business. Sun Maocai said.

"Thank you. Sun Jikai said.

"He mentioned you to me, I met your grandfather at a cooking exchange meeting more than ten years ago, and we said a few words, and he told me at that time that his eldest grandson's cooking talent is very good, and he will definitely surpass him in time. Sun Maocai said.

Sun Jikai looked at him without speaking, feeling like he was thinking about it.

"I have been living in Hong Kong City for a long time, and I haven't been back for many years, and after coming back this time, I found that I have really changed a lot, some of them miss strangely, and some of them want to move back to live. ”

"Your grandfather is my senior brother and my elder brother, and I can be regarded as your godgrandfather. If you have any problems in the future, you can always come to me, I will be happy to help, anything. ”

"I see you're quite busy, so I won't bother you, let's talk when I have time. Sun Maocai smiled at Sun Jikai and sat down.

Sun Jikai was slightly stunned.

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